8th June 2012
Chat reblogged from run & hide with 723 notes
- Christine: Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside-down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I got down to the Phantom's lair. In west of Sweden, bored and raised, on the seashore was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool and all tellin' Father's stories outside with Raoul. When my father got sick, and it didn't look good, he told me he would send an angel to my neighborhood. And when he finally died, I got pretty scared, they said, "You're moving to Paris in the Opera Populaire." My angel did come, and when I looked in my mirror, I saw his bright white mask and he said, "Christine, come here!" If anything I could say that this man was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it! Yo home! To your lair!" We pulled up in the boat, I hit an E7 or 8, and I yelled to the Vicomte, "Yo home, smell ya later!" Looked at his kingdom I was finally there, to the seat of music's throne, in the Phantom's lair.